" Legends of might fill all parchments
Like a poisonned arrow piercing a heart
Each feeling’ faith falls in blue
Holy love dies much too soon
Nowhere to find you...
Not strong enough to understand
A blood’ tear decanted in a hole of time
Afraid to lose control
You belong to my lost hope of love
Let your heart be light’
A shame humans hide inside
Stop being people passing by
Taste the hours on your shoulders
We are just using each other
I am lost within myself
Look to the times when sky was stormy
Battles’ stories were money of beliefs
More is all you need
Glory of fight’ your creed of nothing
Each fire night’ the hour of misery
Faceless men’ pride to show no fear
All those dreams they shared for us
You made them walk with the weakest at first
But memory can’t leave you clean
Prophetie’ too bloody to fall asleep ".
Phil.L.
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